Slices (feat. Stresmatic) - E-40

It's hard for me to go soft Back me up in a corner and I'ma get off Get you gone if you double cross Niggas jealous 'cause I'm saucy like spaghetti sauce Or should I say lemon caper, diamonds giggin' like a drum major I go this little bitch, I be milkin' the bitch for all her paper Thick like cake mix, all the ballers wanna pay her, save her Charlie Check a Chick is what they call me, not a caped crusader I'm plugged in, I know everything, keep my ear to the gravel I know these streets like my muthafuckin' shadow Under certain circumstances, it's manda-, stay with a stapler You never know who a hater 'cause ain't no congratulators Where I'm from, gotta be a quick decision-maker In the slum, put holes in your car like a cheese grater As of lately, it's crazy, it's been a spark up in crime The murder rate inflate in the heat of the summertime What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (spot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (The barbershop) I'll get to knockin' like a rock band Heavy metal shit, drumsticks in niggas' hands They say he ran off with half a man And they don't want him dead, just to understand You keep playing with this Bay shit Where niggas see the plan, don't say shit Go the wrong day to get your taper fixed Could put you in the mix over paper quick Yeah, in the chair, you gon' hear the drama Side bitch and her mama jumped the baby mama She was being messy all in the comments Talking 'bout, "Excuse me, he left his condoms" Man, these bitches ain't playing fair That told the welfare she be doing hair Be havin' hella niggas in and outta there And they be smokin' with the kids, they ain't even player What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (Ugh!) Goons, goons Pistols be poppin' just like balloons, balloons Niggas be dropped in emergency rooms, rooms The smirkish be plottin' on the tycoons, tycoons They'll kick in your door in the afternoon, the noon Be strapped with mini-Macs See me, mama snaps, already know where them pennies at Real life hittas don't come in a beanie cap They do it bare-faced off powder and Henny yak Niggas gon' give him that, run him and shit You either take the L or get shot in your lip Suckas lay low but a boss'll flip Put a hundred on the Lamb', 50 more on the wrist The niggas is pissed; if they move, it's fonk Them boys got them problems niggas really don't want Flexin' in the thang, park it right out front Be the talk in barbershop for the next three months (BIATCH!) What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot That's what I heard at the barbershop What's-his-name told, ol' boy got popped (popped) They stripped some nigga last night at the spot (shot) Potna went down, now everybody hot (What you heard?) That's what I heard at the barbershop (The barbershop)

Dnyc3 Michelin Star restaurants, Cohiba cigar blunts Front row seats at the UFC fights, first class flights Homeowners Association fees and property taxes Earthquake insurance just in case something collapses Wholesale license and DBA's Selling alcohol by the truckload, selling liquor by the case Record labels and streams, billion plays One day I'ma own a baseball team, the Giants or Oakland A's Growing up in the struggle, you gotta be wired right Can't be snitchin' and tellin' on fellas like a vice Gotta be made for hustlin', know your weaknesses and strengths Gotta go with your heart and your gut, trust your instincts When I was growing up they taught me all the rules Never put your right foot in your left shoe I was a quiet dude, I never gave a clue Gotta watch this dude 'cause I'll do somethin' to you, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clowinin') Gotta watch your surroundings Kudos to my inmates in them fire camps Programmin' and doin' their time like some champs Reading books and eating healthy with no pork Cardio, push-ups and bar work My uncle used to always tell me, 'Nephew, go for it Don't be tryna buy it if you know you can't afford it If the good Lord bless you when you come across a check Say 'Thank you, Jesus,' show some respect' Keep quiet as it can be, careful, don't flamboast They'll run through your pockets, take off your clothes They'll mix you, they'll kick when you out cold No matter the age, young or old Livin' out here in the sludge where they hold a grudge and they bust 7-point-6-2's and double eye bucks I'm from Vallejo, California, the Yay Startup company, Seed A, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clownin') Gotta watch your surroundings So many catastrophes, so much stress Where elementary teachers get paid less Watch your surroundings, stay ready and pack a gat When you're washing your clothes at the laundromat The closest ones to you will set you up Give you up for a couple of bucks Break bread with the enemies, split the worth Then go to Neiman's and purchase a man purse Life is too short, so one don't plan to live long Sorrow and hurt, the mamas cry on the phone Face on a shirt, they can't afford a tombstone Ain't nobody home when you ask for a loan Gotta watch 'em 'cause they quick Go in the gas station and get bipped Break your car window, take your belongings Your backpack, your laptop, and all your earnings, BIATCH! I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) I pull up with the music poundin' Both pockets full, lookin' astoundin' (Astoundin') Check all my mirrors, they be clownin' (Clownin') Gotta watch your surroundings Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings) Gotta watch your surroundings (Your surroundings)

I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel From the depths of the sea Blowing trees in the big leagues I got a plan, I'm going ham on all you DBs You better double me up, safety cover me up Single coverage won't work boy, I'll burn him up Give me the damn ball, move the chains at the same time Dressed to impress when it's game time, flame mine I'm wide open, hoping, scoping out the sea Catch a quick screen, cake walk on your whole team Will he beam, will he run, will he walk, talk, or will he lean I need riders and goons when I build a team I get it cracking with the snap of the wrist It's nothing less than a championship, now peep this Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel I'm in full beast mode, too code to be cut down Lifting weights, staying in shape, won't be shut down Antonio Brown or Julio Jones One on each side, now who do you zone They on me like a bloodhound cause I won't go down It's like a merry-go-round the way I'm bending my routes I'm so sick with this, they can't stick me Stick to to this Sports Illustrated, get a flick of this Lost him, cross him, quarterback toss Highest point homie had the Randy Moss him One hand as I shook him off me Some OBJ with a dab of that DJ coffin, get off me Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel If you play wing back, slot end, or receiver You got to outwork your opponent or you won't receive a Pass from the quarterback cause he's under pressure They get a couple 1DB's about to press up Looking apart from the start, on the dress up Coach on the play, I'm hoping that he don't mess up Ayy back up off me, you playing me close You bout to be hot buttered on a breakfast toast I rock it out and find my way into the endzone A couple cheerleaders want to be in my friendzone I tell 'em "Cool," I keep my head in the game Cause I'm ahead of the game and I'm a veteran man Call a few plays then break the huddle Check that D, they in the zone no rebuttal I can throw a strike down the pipe about 80 Hand full of rings, I'm shady like Brady I can send a missile I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel Eyes peeled when I wiggle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel This is not a starter pistol (No, no) I got my head on a swivel, swivel (Yeah) I got my head on a swivel If you need me just whistle I got my head on a swivel, swivel I got my head on a swivel A swivel

E-40) I'm a little mannish muthafucka I take after my older brother Started off selling marijuana but now I'm selling yola Shit was gettin hella funky at first When a nigga was stealin a bitches purse Ended up gettin kicked out of every Vallejo school They clocked me like a circus I was the little mannish motherfucker Showing off in the back of the church My momma was quick to hit me with a switch and I say "that hurts" Get to the house, go to my room and talk some trash I never believed a hard head made a soft ass Cuz I be moving fast and I'd be tryin to stash Beat up the pizza man and then I straight dashed Disobidient sport cut my days short My momma got tired of takin' my ass back and forth ta court I said "momma I'ma straighten up for you And I promise I won't warrant" Got me a job as a paper boy 21 dollars a month 5 o'clock in the morning Damn I'm slavin' for the fucking white man 21 dollars might buy me some?(poor carpet chicken george) I'm tired of muthafuckas fuckin over me How can I find a way to make some real money? But you don't feel me I was tired of being broke lookin coked down Came up off a twenty dollar put me down Next thing you know I was up to about a quarter of a ki' rollin Niggaz was trippin' off me cuz I was a young muthafucka ballin' Gettin my fetti on but when there was funk I had to starve Time to fetch the choppers and bring out the U-hauls Extra mannish I make you vanish I play for keep Investigate that ass till they find out where you sleep Muthafucka it's commakausi Don't even try me ahh I bars none you best believe that I'ma bring me ah Fully automatic Tommy with the infared say I'm sorry Before I pump your ass full of lead and dump the body Extra mannish, that's what people be calling me Oh we can be cool until you get to threatening me I loose my temper and shit my eyes turn red Blow my top and get real hot at the head I guess I'm a failure, I gots no future in my front All I'm able to do is sell dope and hit the blunt Don't ask me why Sometimes I go to church and testify The preacher preaches and I be dang near ready to cry Repute the devil I got to get out of the ghetto freak Sometimes I wonder if mommy and daddy really payin me Who would ever thought that a nigga like me Would become such a bad ass youngster My mommy and daddy done fucked around and created a damn monster Why couldn't I wait till I was bigger Before I started drinking malt liquor I guess I was a nappy headed stubborn little mannish ass nigga (Mugzy) Guess who comes through, comes through It's me the Y-O-U-N-G M-U-G-Z I'm just as mannish as I wanna be I pack a 30-30 Niggas wanna blast me because I'm down and dirty Extra mannish how I'm livin and I'm fuckin my neighbors bitch an She lovin' every minute of the dick that I be givin Bitches on my jock, Bitches on my jock Suckas on the block know I got a glock Bini caps, B-coats and all of that I'm beatin niggas down with a baseball bat I'm havin revenues I'm gettin paid fool A ghetto muthafucka with an attitude S-I-C-K W-I-D I-T It's young mugzy and E-40 It's explains why it's hard for us blacks and hispanics And why we turned extra mannish

All my little bad bitches in here If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah" Baby, touch your toes We can get freaky, have an episode Tell me is ya with that Episode, tell me is ya with that I don't like it, I love it, I wanna grip it and touch it I'm tryna hit it and fuck it, stab it and stick it and stuck it Get you to lick it and suck it and kiss it after I nutted We can be friends, ain't gotta be seen in the public I'm about that verb, that action, have that coochie having contractions When I be smashing and smacking and sapping, thrusting and thrashing Sit back and relax and have a glass of this bottle Earl Stevens selections: mango moscato Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya My eyes salute ya, you a sight for sore eyes, booty and thighs You and yo' girls should get with me and my guys Come and get a bar of this mackin', baby girl, get rid of that sap He ain't real, he a fraud, baby girl, that dude is a cat! When he first intervened, he bought you flowers, no doubt But once he got in good, he started doggin' you out Shawty in love with them gangstas, that's why she holla at me A country nigga be whipping at 50 thousand a ki' You just be giving her, getting her, I just fill her with D Even though she cute and petite, freaky, discreet She got SS on her booty, well, them tattoos on her cheek Make me wanna take her to a island, we could do it for weeks Girl, let me Birkin your bag, Jimmy Choo on your feet Let me get you out of the Jag and in that Bentley GT I'm on the west coast, droptop riding, fool With E-40 sitting with me, we riding, fool Hustle Gang bang green, we tried thems truths Somebody told you otherwise, they lied to you I bet it all, roll the dice, bet, bet Quarter mil' on me in the bag, check that Them suckas don't like it but they gon' respect that Spend the night, have a episode, you won't forget that, check that Girl, I came here with all my niggas and all this liquor Said she want a threesome, I'm gon' lick her From the bottom to the top, take it down I'mma roll the weed but she gon' break it down It's not my fault if that's yo' girl Cause she wanna leave with a real nigga Pussy on my balls, her panties in my car Before your nigga call, you know I gotta get it

Mack game, let me explain the fundamentals Charge a bitch like incidentals Put the peas up in the pot without the lentils When it come to getting paper, I'm low-key instrumental You bound to find me up in an Avis mini-van rental Player wanna lock this dog up in a kennel Hustle hard, never gentle My life is a movie, it's action-filled, it's suspenseful Play to win, never play to lose, I refuse Kids gotta eat, need some school shoes Can't spend my cop money, gotta cop Gotta pay my lawyer in case I get popped Stapler in my Under Armour boxer briefs We don't play for give, bitch, we play for keeps When it come to getting gouda, nigga, I'm a beast Bring it to your door like Uber Eats I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel Took her to the strip club, dropped her off Gotta watch her, though, 'cause she sell soft Met her off Smirnoff, Red Bull Like it in her gut with her hair pulled B-la fuck around, like to smoke weed Bunch of purple shit and palm leaf 140 acres, all trees Carpal tunnel, nigga, when we off these I don't think they know, I'm the one to count Pitcher from the block tryna strike me out Pack turned down, called to psyche me out Trips out of town then they wipe me out Sick Wid it, my nigga, we follow no law G-string, little bling, nigga, no bra Counting hella dough, hella cole slaw She wake me in the morning, she be old flow I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel Block jumpin' like a trampoline Nigga gotta move mean They smirkish and they lurkin' and they plot and scheme They strung out on that crystal and promethazine Be careful who talkin' 'round, watch your speech Put a contract on my head, it's gon' get breeched Reverse the bounty, turn the hit around I know all the ones on your soil that's really getting down Yeah, bet your money on a rollercoaster Nigga livin' good 'til the wanted poster Then it's retreat up out the streets Different city every week, all bunch of suites And beware of the paper trail Never use your debit, nigga, they could tell Have you shut down in a cell Hoping you'll snitch, won't even tell I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel